Wang Yuan was carried out of the battlefield, his face ashen.
Though his injuries were severe, they were not enough to leave him unable to walk. He had simply been terrified out of his wits.
Just moments ago, before the forces of thirteen Heavenly Sovereigns, he had directly cursed his own Grandmaster. Once he came to his senses, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
In his heart, he hated Li Muchen even more.
If not for him, how could he have ended up in such a miserable and humiliating state?
Qi Jingzhen sat in the seat belonging to the Green Leaf Sword Sect.
His face was gloomy, and he did not utter a word.
He already understood the entire course of events.
Sect Leader Shi Huiyan had personally explained it all, concealing nothing, embellishing nothing, exaggerating nothing.
Yet precisely because of that, Qi Jingzhen grew even angrier.
If not for the inappropriate occasion, he would have loved to cut off the sect leader's head with a single stroke!
What kind of goddamned nonsense was this?!
Just to curry favor with the clan behind Wang Yuan, they had disregarded the sect's rules and forcibly driven away a peerless sword cultivator who had passed the Ninth Floor of the Heavenly Heart Sword Pagoda?
Their brains had been smeared with lard!
If the past Grandmasters of the Green Leaf Sword Sect learned of this, even their coffin lids would not be able to hold them down!
But what had happened had already happened, and Qi Jingzhen could only endure it.
He rubbed the space between his brows with his fingers, forcefully suppressing the killing intent and rage in his heart.
At the same time, he consoled himself. A sword cultivator in the Carefree Realm